Canadian authors good in bed
Thursday, February 26th, 2009Olga of Toronto got me thinking about writing about writing. I’ve spent the last year blogging about what I am reading but little about what I am writing, or how I write it, or when or why.
She has inspired me to start a feature on this blog On Writing.
To start, I’ll answer a question that many new parents post to me: When do you have TIME to write??
I don’t.
I steal a few hours between when the kids go to bed and I drop my head on my pillow. This could mean 2 hours per night for three nights a week. But that doesn’t mean that I am writing that whole time. I freely admit to goofing off, surfing the net, doing banking, even shopping on line. I might get a blog blurb in and about a good 40 minutes of actually writing or editing if I am at my desk in my office.
If I’m writing in the armchair in the living room, lulled by the glow of the pellet stove, and the dogs are not underfoot, and there are no newspapers lounging around waiting to be read or burnt, then I can usually write steady for about two hours. Hiding out in a corner in the living room puts me closer to the pantry and the snack shelf. So make that: 2 hours minus 1 trip for a snack and 1 trip for a glass of port.
However, if I am writing in my bed in my pjs and the house is quiet and I have no magazine’s piled beside my table lamp and the cat is curled on my feet …. I will easily exhaust 5 hours minus refill s of roobios tea and short hops to the toilet.
I’m good in bed. I mean, I’m prolific when I write in bed, but my beau detests it when I work there. He’s old school; he thinks beds are for sleeping and making love. So if he hops into bed while I am finishing off a bit of work, he will launch into a discussion about the family budget. Or he will call his distributor to leave voice-mail purchase orders. Or he will read aloud the bank statements for his company. That’s my cue to log off to nod off.
To answer plainly, I write in stolen moments.